STILL HERE JUST LOST IN TRANSIT

Dedicated to My Girl
Life is a journey, which we all experience in different ways. This may help you in what you are experiencing now as a family. I tried to see it this way, which made my road easier when my Dad started his journey with Alzheimer’s. This is written from my heart just for you Baby. ILY xxx

Submitted:Dec 7, 2010
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STILL
HERE JUST LOST IN TRANSIT

Life now a
great big puzzle, a huge maze with many
passages

Some places
pieces I can still fit together

Around some
corners just a void as a stranger passes by

Remember no
one knows what today may bring or what tomorrow
holds

Dreams are
still such good friends so I am told

Where I can
live in my own world of make believe

With those so
near yet so very far

Each friendly
face to me so very dear

Yet leaving
me in a space full of fear

Sometimes
things have so much meaning and so clear

As I watch my
life flashing across the azure blue sky

There are
moments when I remember all them special
things

As I walk
down many memory lanes of special times shared of long
ago

I am sorry if
I forgot your name for a moment or saying I don't know
you

Forgive me if
I cause you any pain with things I say

It is quite
simple my world is very different to yours
now

As names and
faces here are all the same

Ignore the
things I say to you and your siblings

It was not my
intention to cause any conflict

This old mind
is totally confused now

Take me for a
drive down the Marine Parade

Where we
watch the Seagulls fight a piece of fish tossed by the lonely
fisherman

Maybe seeing
the waves rushing to and from the shore

Could just
trigger something positive in this rusted mind of
mine

And I will
once again if only for a moment in time

Just know who
I am and for a second remember your name

Play my game
of forget me not it will make me happy for a
while

Show me
rainbows after angry skies have stilled

Walk in my
garden the one I planted

Yet I will
believe it is you with the green fingers

Bake me my
favourite scones even though I say I have never liked
them

Little things
make a difference and mean a lot

I may cry and
tears will run down my cheeks

I may not
understand and ask you now why am I crying

Show me
photos of yesterday's years and tell me the stories that go with
them

It surly will
bring a smile or frown to my face

Reach for me
even if I am not present

I will know,
no matter how far you may seem from my side

Speak with me
even if it does not seem to make sense

As I am not
deaf it is only my mind that has left to meander
elsewhere